#g.satoru

(except he's a big back)

husband!gojo who peers into the kitchen like a cat just hoping to snatch the baked goods you make off the baking tray.

husband!gojo who pouts whenever you swat his hand away from the delicious treats resting on the cooling rack.

husband!gojo who loves to bake with you because it means he gets to lick the cookie dough or icing off of a spatula.

husband!gojo whose nose scrunches in concentration every time you give him a cupcake or a layer of cake to cover in a thin coat of your lemon buttercream frosting. he takes a strange amount of time to pipe delicate details onto the cake, purely because he likes your praise.

husband!gojo who loves to make heart shaped cookies just because you find it sweet.

husband!gojo whose social media feed is filled with pastry chefs teaching their audience how to make desserts or how to elevate certain dishes, he secretly saves them hoping to make something for you.

husband!gojo who loves it whenever you make any kind of cultural desserts you have.

husband!gojo who gets frustrated with his egg whites not reaching the optimum level of fluffiness like yours do.

husband!gojo who surprises you with cool gadgets to make your baking process a lot smoother.

husband!gojo who only gets the freshest and most expensive ingredients to fuel his mild (strong) sugar addiction.

husband!gojo who squeals like a school girl whenever you pack a snack into his bento box, and practically combusts when he sees the cute note you write him.

husband!gojo who loves taking you on trips and especially loves going food tasting outings with you.

husband!gojo who makes a private Instagram account just for the two of you to post your food reviews or silly time lapses of both of you navigating a new recipe.

husband!gojo who looks fondly at the poor attempt of the ‘blind, mute, deaf” challenge video the two of you made for fun.

husband!gojo who got you matching hello kitty aprons.

husband!gojo who never ever lets you do the dishes because after all you did spend nearly a day making the perfect eclairs for him to suck up like a vacuum.